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The muffled drum’s sad roll has beat The soldier’s last tattoo No more on Life’s parade shall meet The brave and fallen few. On Fame’s eternal camping-ground Their silent tents are spread And Glory guards with solemn round The bivouac of the dead.
The muffled drum’s sad roll has beat The soldier’s last tattoo No more on Life’s parade shall meet The brave and fallen few. On Fame’s eternal camping-ground Their silent tents are spread And Glory guards with solemn round The bivouac of the dead.
